Spring Chant
By Kathryn Liebowitz
Oh, let April keep her cup
and March her amber gown.
Let this late-widowed crone
come, and all who care for her
acquaint us, too, of what they prize.
And sing—
And do not hurry, dear,
but sing this Ariel sprite
into being.
Bring her
into light by singing—
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Copyright © 2008 by Kathryn Liebowitz.